Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.